The Ambassador Chronicles 2 - Ursuns Teeth by Warhammer

Author:Warhammer [Warhammer]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: General Fiction
Published: 2011-09-17T04:00:00+00:00

II

Icicles drooped fromthe cellar's roof, the steady drip, drip of moisture on the top of the bronze coffin echoing loudly in the icy room. The pale blue of the ice that covered the walls and floor was shot through with black and green veins, poisonous corruption that had spread quickly from the miasma that surrounded the coffin and infected everything around it with deadly, mutating sickness.

The plague that stalked the streets above and killed scores daily was ample demonstration of the power of what lay within the coffin, its pestilent makers having excelled themselves in its creation. Perhaps too much so, she thought as she idly paced in a circle around the coffin, her breath feathering before her in the chill air. The force within was a living thing now - its power to corrupt growing with every passing day - and it had taken potent wards to keep its malice in check lest its eagerness to writhe and mutate unmask her before she was ready to unleash it.

The tiny corpses lying frozen in the corner of the cellar gave testimony to the amount of innocent blood it had taken to subdue its malice, but fortunately Losov could obtain an almost limitless supply of such nameless, faceless victims from the Lubjanko.

When it came time to break those wards and allow that malice its full, unchecked rein, she would relish the spectacle of painful death and mutation that would swiftly follow. The arrival of the Empire force, two days ago, had filled her with elation then disappointment. She had been told that the armies of both Talabecland and Stirland would be coming to Kislev, but now it seemed as though the Stirland force was marching west to link with the forces of Boyarin Kurkosk.

With so many men camped outside the city wall, she could feel the pulsing, deathly desire of the corruption locked within the coffin to be released, to wreak its misery upon so many living things, to reduce them to foetid piles of mutated flesh and bone. She suspected that the Stirland army would come to Kislev eventually and knew that she could inflict much greater suffering were she to bide her time.

She ran her delicate fingers along the rusted top of the coffin, feeling its power and its desire to inflict horrific change. But she was touched by the Dark Gods' favour and was resistant to its evil.

'Soon.' she whispered. 'Curb your wrath for but a little longer and you shall be the unmaking of more life than you know.'

She turned on her heel, more pressing business now occupying her thoughts.

Sasha Kajetan.

She knew that the swordsman had now descended to the point where his madness was complete and his obsession with the ambassador had consumed him utterly.

It was time to set her handsome prince on the hunt once more.

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